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Apr 2019
By: Cedric McClester

Sleeping in your bed
Or a brick on your head
Dead equals dead
Did you hear what I said?
No matter how you go
All of us should know
That we’re gonna, so
Don’t let it be a blow

And what’s even more
If you’re at Stage Four
What you know for sure
Is it’s knocking at your door
So don’t get paranoid
Or become destroyed
About what you can’t avoid
It’s like a hemorrhoid

It doesn’t matter how
Whether later or now
Death won’t make you smile
It’s what you most revile
But like it or not
All of us get caught
So don’t get overwrought
It’s not some kind of plot

Whether young or old
Death’s not in your control
Though it’s awesome to behold
We know it's been foretold
So when somebody dies
You shouldn’t be surprised
Once you stop to realize
God owns that whole franchise














Cedric McClester, Copyright ©2019.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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